The vibrant robes
Sport ruby globes
As sunlight through the spaces strobes
Like flashes of remembrance in my mind
That verse I penned
Made me a friend
Until they let the bastards rend
Our bond. I pity anyone so blind.
As turning leaves
Ride gusty heaves
A chilly brooding poet grieves
When warmer sun once shined.
Are You Reading Me?
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